Phoebe clomps out from the parlor to answer it and discovers Aviva on the front porch with Kit in her arms. Phoebe's ecstatic over the return of the beast. Aviva, meanwhile, suspiciously elbows her way into the Manor to look around. Phoebe wrinkles her nose a bit at this rude behavior, but escorts Aviva into the parlor despite the morose snot-picking miscarriage's obnoxious lack of manners. They're joined by Piper and the Dolt, who stupidly mentions the movie thing in front of Phoebe. Phoebe, of course, invites herself along, to Piper's immense annoyance. The Dolt heads off to wash up as Piper gives Kit a brief cuddle before rising to fetch her purse. Aviva insists that the promised reward isn't necessary just as Prue traipses in from the sun porch with Andy. Prue's eyes bug out as she grits, "Hey! I thought we all had plans tonight?" Phoebe introduces Aviva, and Prue immediately offers the girl fifty bucks to get the hell out of the Manor. I mean, "as a reward." Aviva again insists that the reward is not necessary, adding that she merely wants to speak with the Ps. "About what?" Prue asks. "About Wicca," Aviva replies. The ladies dart their eyes from Andy to the Dolt and back again as their collective blood pressure rises. Prue pushes Andy off to chat with the Dolt while Piper and Phoebe try to strong-arm Aviva towards the front door. Aviva stubbornly holds her ground and refuses to leave, moaning, "Don't you understand? I'm one of you!" To prove this, she raises a hand in Andy's direction. The product-placed stove-top popcorn product in his hand expands, seemingly of its own accord. Should I bother mentioning that he's holding it next to his crotch? Piper freaks and shrieks and freezes the two men. Aviva, unfortunately, remains unaffected by the freeze, and wanders around the boys, murmuring, "Very cool." Piper hisses that they have twenty seconds to resolve the situation before Andy and the Dolt unfreeze. "Okay," Prue sneers, "you need to get out of here. Now." "Why?" Aviva snots. "Because we don't know who the hell you are, you whiny, hateful, home-invading bitch!" The "whiny, hateful home-invading bitch" part was mine. Aviva whinges that she "just saved [their] cat," and insists that she will not be treated so coldly. To emphasize her point, she shoots some heated mojo at the forgotten videocassette in Prue's hand. The tape smokes, and Prue drops it to the carpet, gasping in surprise at the cassette's sudden rise in temperature. Aviva fixes her face with a bratty smirk and strides out towards the front door just as the boys unfreeze. The product-placed popcorn product explodes, showering the gentlemen with its contents. The gals, wreathed in smoke from the ruined copy of Body Heat, stutter and stammer into the commercial break.